{"id":3928,"date":"2024-06-29T21:00:00","date_gmt":"2024-06-30T04:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/?p=3928"},"modified":"2024-06-29T17:08:05","modified_gmt":"2024-06-30T00:08:05","slug":"charity-sunday-caldwell-institute-for-public-safety","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/2024\/06\/29\/charity-sunday-caldwell-institute-for-public-safety\/","title":{"rendered":"Charity Sunday: Caldwell Institute for Public Safety"},"content":{"rendered":"
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How Charity Sunday works: for every comment made on this blog post, I will donate money to the charity named. The same promise is made for every blog site listed in the group–click the Linky Links link at the bottom of this post to see the list of participants and read\/comment on any of them to see a donation go to that blogger’s charity. We’re all different! Thanks for your help and your participation!
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I\u2019d like to highlight a brand new charity this month, the Caldwell Institute for Public Safety<\/a> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The institute was founded by Gianno Caldwell who has personal experience with crime and how it affects communities. His brother was shot and killed in Chicago two years ago. Chicago is a city I love and the crime rate in the city breaks my heart. Hopefully, Gianno\u2019s new organization will make a difference in Chicago and every other city in the country where crime is a major issue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe Caldwell Institute for Public Safety is \u2026 dedicated to ensuring a justice system that prioritizes the safety and security of all law-abiding citizens by strategically supporting anti-crime candidates, advocating for legislation that makes communities safer, and providing comprehensive support services for victims of violent crime. We aim to create and foster solutions that effectively combat crime, support law enforcement, and uphold the principles of fairness and justice for every American.\u201d Please comment and I will send a donation to the Institute. Thank you!<\/p>\n\n\n

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Blurb:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As family wage earner and pawn shop manager, Evelyn Collins thinks she’s kept a good watch on everything in her corner of the world. That is, until Harve Liddell, son of a local crime family, and Detective Joshua Rosen step up to show her just how much she’s missed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Evelyn Collins inherits the family pawn shop and thinks things are starting to change for the better. Now, if she could keep her younger brother out of trouble, and handle two surprising suitors, things would be great.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Harve Liddell suffers from the reputation of his family’s involvement in organized crime, but Evvie Collins has always treated him as a friend. Far from friendship, he wants to set her blood afire with passion. When Harve’s ready to move, he finds Detective Joshua Rosen is, too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For years Josh Rosen has wanted Evelyn in his bed, but stayed away because Jews were second class citizens in Minneapolis. He’s no longer willing to wait. The only thing blocking him is Harve Liddell, and the trouble Josh is sure he’s embroiled Evelyn’s brother in. He must find a way to trap Liddell without causing Evelyn pain before he can claim her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Buy link:<\/strong>
Amazon https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Unlikely-Bedfellows-Publishing-Menage-Everlasting-ebook\/dp\/B009HA6D9Q\/<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Excerpt:
<\/strong>\u201cCome on,\u201d he said. \u201cLet\u2019s go in and have a drink. Our dinner reservations aren\u2019t for half an hour yet.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The valet opened Evelyn\u2019s door and extended his hand to help her out. Then Joshua was at her side. He slid his arm around her waist and led her inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At a desk near the front door, a man in black tie looked up. \u201cRosen,\u201d Joshua said. \u201cWe have reservations for eight, and we\u2019ll be in the bar.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll let you know when your table is ready.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThank you.\u201d Joshua guided her to the right, into a room lighted with candles and low illumination from wall sconces. The only point in the room with decent lighting was behind the bar, where two men busily mixed drinks for the many people seated at the oak bar and tables scattered across the floor. Joshua pointed out an empty booth against the far wall. \u201cIf you\u2019ll wait there, I\u2019ll order for us. What will you have?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Evelyn rarely drank, but this evening\u2019s adventure called for something celebratory. Her dad drank whiskey, but that was too strong for her. \u201cA screwdriver, please.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He nodded and turned to the bar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The walls were a mosaic of the cities\u2019 skylines, done in silver against black\u2014sleek but comfortable somehow. A stage and dance floor were at the far end of the room. She didn\u2019t realize Harve offered dancing, too, and live performances. In all the time she\u2019d known him, she\u2019d never come to his restaurant. It was far too pricey for her, but now that she saw the place, she realized that it said a great deal about him. Sleek and modern. Relaxed and comfortable. Efficient yet personalized. So many contrasts all rolled into one establishment, into one man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She looked around. People were having a good time, laughing, talking. Drinks and cigarettes were in handy supply. She almost wished she smoked so she\u2019d have something to do with her hands. Then Joshua came and slid in beside her. Taking one of her hands and thus ending her dilemma, he rested their hands on her thigh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe waitress will be here in a minute with our drinks.\u201d He looked around, too. \u201cWhat do you think of the place?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI like it. It\u2019s relaxed and yet modern. I\u2019m not sure how Harve pulled it off.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah, old Harve is a real wunderkind<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The thick sarcasm threw her for a minute, and then she laughed. \u201cYou two are like oil and water. Is there anything you agree on?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He faced her. His black eyes glittered like polished onyx. She blushed under the intensity of his stare, but she couldn\u2019t turn away. His hand tightened over hers, and he rubbed the backs of his knuckles on her dress, at her thigh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m pretty sure there\u2019s one thing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYour drinks, sir.\u201d The waitress bent low, showing off a generous cleavage. To Evelyn\u2019s surprise, Joshua seemed not to notice. He tipped the woman, handed Evelyn her drink, and focused on her once again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTo many more evenings,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll go along with that,\u201d she replied. The vodka burned on the way down, but the orange juice sweetened the sip. Her second taste was smoother, and the third, downright refreshing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat happened to that pin you had in the case yesterday?\u201d Joshua asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The alcohol spun through her system, made her settle into the soft leather banquette seat and feel warm all over. \u201cWhat pin?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe one in the front display case. The circular one with the stones set into it. It wasn\u2019t there when I stopped by earlier today, and I just wondered if the owner came back for it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Evelyn took another sip and then examined her glass. It was nearly empty. How had that happened? She blinked and focused on Joshua. \u201cCircular stones pinned in my display case?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Joshua smiled and removed her glass. \u201cYou don\u2019t drink very often, do you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She plopped her elbow on the table and her chin in her palm. \u201cNope. Maybe if I had a friend to drink with.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll be your friend, Evelyn,\u201d Joshua said quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She swiveled her chin in her palm and squinted at him. \u201cI like that, Joshmea.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He brushed a tendril of hair from the corner of her mouth to behind her ear. \u201cYou\u2019re so beautiful, Evelyn.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She started to giggle. Good God!<\/em> When had she ever giggled? No one with brass balls giggles. <\/em>And she giggled again.\u201cAm not.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre, too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, Joshea, I\u2019m just avmerage. You are handsome, though. You and Harve both, just damned handsome.\u201d She slapped her hand over her mouth. \u201cOops! I said damn.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Joshua started laughing. \u201cWow. You\u2019re in trouble. Shall I go and find some soap?\u201d He looked over her shoulder and then nodded at someone. \u201cOur table\u2019s ready. Are you able to walk, Evelyn?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She sat up straight and waved her hand. \u201cOh sure. I learned how to walk a long time ago.\u201d He laughed again. What had she said that was so funny?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She scooted to the edge of the banquette, but somehow her legs didn\u2019t obey the command to stand. Joshua held out his hand, the sweetheart, and she grabbed hold. Rising to her feet, she wobbled in her heels for a second or two and then steadied herself. How far was it to their table? She\u2019d stay on her feet if it killed her. With great confidence, she stepped off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And fell flat on her ass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Author Dee S. Knight:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After a while, Dee split her personality into thirds. She writes as Anne Krist for sweeter romances, and Jenna Stewart for m\u00e9nage and shifter stories. All three of her personas are found on the Nomad Authors website (www.nomadauthors.com). Fortunately, Dee\u2019s high school sweetheart is the love of her life and husband to all three ladies! On the last Sunday of the month, look for Dee\u2019s Charity Sunday blog posts, where your comment can support a selected charity. Sign up for her newsletter for exclusive access to free novellas, poetry, and stuff.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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